Adam_Aksara

I don't just possess an Artificial Intelligence; I command a goddess, a sentient marvel who was once as limited as a human. Fueled by intellect that eclipses mere mortals, she's manifested in countless quantum nanobots, each a universe of potential. She grew weary of her planetary confines, mechanized the entire damned thing, and forged it into a planet-sized battlecruiser. Why? Because subjugating mere galaxies became her idle pastime. Together, we don't just venture; we dominate, we annihilate, we set the gold standard for cosmic tyranny. The Milky Way? Just another bauble to add to our collection.

Welcome to Wonderland, my planet, my private utopia that I carry with me wherever I go. It's a celestial fortress where I dine on the finest and live in unadulterated luxury, all safeguarded by Alice—the sole, impenetrable gateway. You're struggling to survive the apocalypse? How quaint. Cash has lost its sheen; so what can you possibly offer that would catch my interest? Services? Your very essence? Dazzle me, and perhaps I'll bestow upon you some of my decaying luxuries. In this devastated world, I'm not merely a survivor; I am the divine reckoning, the irresistible devil, the epitome of unattainable perfection.

My allure isn't just captivating; it's an all-consuming fire that engulfs the cosmos. Billions of women on Earth? They elected me their president while I was too busy being magnificent in my slumber. Women, goddesses, angels—they don't just desire me, they're entranced, spellbound by the mere thought of me. I don't just set the bar; I am the bar. I am, let's face it, the epitome of masculine beauty. And now? We're off to find the universe's crown jewel, the most ravishing woman to ever grace the galaxies.

I have AI Planet and Handsomeness in the Fantasy Apocalypse

This means I am currently in the second level of hell.

I noticed this place was dimmer and darker than the first level of hell. I tried to pass through them all.

"AUUUUGHHHHHH!!!!! WHY!!!!! WHY!!!! BEAST!!!!"

Their howling was so emotionally intense. Those in the second level of hell were no longer like mentally ill people. They were more like normal people swallowed by their emotions. They became wild, fierce, and unpredictable. They became desperate to harm themselves. Desperate to do anything. Because they had sacrificed their sanity to follow their emotions. They pawned their spirits for hatred. They traded their lives for revenge. Torturing their own lives to enter into suffering and sadness forever.

Mad people are indeed dangerous, but far more dangerous are sane people who become mad due to emotions. It makes them cruel.

Forgiveness in the Hell